Have you ever wondered about the beginning of

conflict[

conflict] or

problem[

[Problem] in society, where does it start? This is a story of life. One of the pine forests that all looked similar. Told from the perspective of the life of one tree.

I can't know what you guys have been through. And I'm not sure whose stuff will be worse or better than anyone else's, but I'm sure at least I understand something about life. and the errors of society It may not be the whole problem or the big picture. But at least what I'm interested in is that There is a way to fix it. And we can avoid it too.

I don't know how to disagree. But what has already happened is a reality that cannot be changed. No matter how you want to curse this tree Keep it and go ask them. How each of them went through life

-Story of the pine forest

The following article It is the story of a life lived far away from the crowd. It sits in the sun, rain and cold wind. I'd like to call it black pine. Once upon a time, pine trees used to have brown bark. Various shades of green leaves But when the truth and the soil changed, the pine tree slowly changed.

The dry patches on the mound began to crack. Separate this pine tree from other trees. It formed a high cliff where the ground could not be seen. This crack is not very wide. It can be said that it is almost invisible. But Son couldn't step over because Son didn't have any legs to walk on. He could only look at them from across the cliff that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Not long after, there was an earthquake. Up on the other side, the soil is up. Born into a mountain The pine barrier has nowhere to retreat. Only a narrow alcove remains. All that could be seen was the pine trees on the other side of the crack.

The soil that the taproot used to cling to began to crumble until it was difficult to hold. The sun shone brightly and scorched the branches until they burned. During the night, the rain suddenly poured down and piled up the soil. It wasn't until dawn that a snow storm raged until Son felt like he was dead. I could only cast my eyes and look at the other side. The group lives in a place where

It's bright and has been like that ever since. For more than ten years the seasons have passed. Son was finally able to open his eyes again. The branches are hard and stiff. Black trunk, no visible pattern The roots are dry and scorched. and the land looks bright

If you look at the whole thing, you will see that this place is bright and looks fertile. Surrounded by mountains and streams, it is a green forest. There are dark corners, well balanced. Many times the black pine thought and thought again. Looking to the other side, reaching out for a branch, wanting to grab it. But then the response was only to distance ourselves. His eyes looked downcast.

with an obnoxious laugh No matter where the black pine goes I will always hear it haunt me. A whisper within told him.

“know your place…” 

There were also many eyes looking from every direction. The light he saw never reached him. Those words began to resound in the depths of my mind. Trash, scum, you're a mistake. Go die. When will it disappear? What a mess. It's a weightless world. Without you, this world would be a much better place. When it started to heat up until the fire broke out.

No matter how much I tried to reach out and grab the pine trees on the other side, The result was that only his horn slowly burned with the burning force. A small group of grass weeds They covered their mouths and whispered loudly and helped each other to form clumps of vegetables like scattered grass flowers.

What are you looking at? What are you laughing at? No one talked to him at all. He didn't disappear for a while. He was still trying to find his space. The smile that used to exist has disappeared. The good feelings slowly disappeared like never before. He never laughed again. I have forgotten what happiness is.

There were many times when I looked at the deep gaps there. Whether he did it on purpose or by accident, it began to expand over and over. without knowing By the time I realized it, it was already too late. The island the black pine was on was a cliff floating above. completely separated from each other The golden light chose to shine down and tell them that they were the seeds and roots of the great future.

Black Pine could see the scene clearly. But no one saw the empty branch trying to reach out and grab it. And he grabbed it. With hope slowly building

But then, when he saw the look in his eyes, he understood. This isn't his place. No matter where the black pine stands, it will always clutter up other people's space. “This is your fault. You shouldn't exist. Shouldn't have been born.” That was something he could feel in his heart. The branch that I had been trying to reach for all this time froze at my side before finally leaving. Keep telling yourself that this isn't his place.

Son gave up his pursuit and turned his attention to his own small piece of land. Said to the earthworm who had always taken care of the soil in which he lived. Small animals went silent. Before one of the earthworms began to speak, “Stay still and don't cause any trouble. Will it be a big deal? Is it a mental facility?”

His thick mouth slowly closed and became still. Look at the people around you who have always taken care of him. Talking about the things that the black pine is doing is easy to laugh about. Even the people closest to them had no face at all. The black pine was nothing more than aether in their eyes. And it's just the surroundings that decorate the scene. that can be picked up and said no matter what There is no importance. with their life

On the day they were in agony, he asked the black son if he didn't love them. Son smiled and no words came out. He asked himself in his heart. ‘What is love?’ Animals, big and small, pointed to birds and pointed at sticks, saying that the black pine was so bad. Looking at it from the worm's point of view Black Pine couldn't say anything else. The only words he had known in the past ten years were disgusting, annoying, and perverted.

That night A storm came in, heavy rain and thunder. The light in the sky made it appear as water droplets fell from the sky onto the black pine trees, falling to the ground. The ground was soft but all that could be held were rocks. Son opened his eyes and looked into the space several times. I thought about it many times, simulating the event of my own fading away without anyone realizing it.

No, no one feels anything. That's good. Even better, we'll all be at ease. Finally, the black pine smiled at himself and his past, which he thought was too much for him to bear. He wanted to disappear, just disappear. He let the rock he was holding flow down the water, hoping that he would fall away and be lost. go into space

But then it was luck or fate, I'm not sure. He flowed and got stuck in the grass at the end of the cliff.

After that day had passed, Chao Kor Ya went and told about the events that had happened the previous night. It made everything worse than before. It was the black pine's fault. Everything was Black Pine's fault. Whether he does it or not, it's funny, what a disgusting trait. Think only of yourself I never thought of anyone else. When the person helped, he pushed him. Look, this kind of living thing is trash.

In the end, black pine is the trash of the world that is even more than trash in a trash pile. From then on, Black Son never said another word, never smiled, never had an emotional reaction. No matter what you do, it's all wrong. The whole tree is dry. Even the leaves are completely black with no visible pattern. Many times he grabbed fuel hoping to burn himself down and hurt the surroundings.

But every time he will always survive until everything comes down to him. It is the bottom of a well with no mouth. It was a deep, dark hole.

“Damn it.” The stones, logs, or trash thrown from the surrounding area never decreased. After talking with other trees I secretly feel happy, but in the end it is indirectly and slowly destroying myself. No one understands us. Had the black pine never had his own place in the forest, or was his place really just trash? The final verdict is that his place is his absence.

That is, his role is like the passage of a storybook. He can't play out of the role of trash. And there was never a day when he could speak his thoughts.

Over the years, Son had the opportunity to encounter other forests. With Son never smiling and his eyes always piercing, it made no one interfere. But no one came forward to argue about the existence of the pine either. It is a common practice that black pine is scum and garbage. To be a mess and not to exist is a mistake. The blacker the surface of the fruit, the more the other colorful trees will be displeased.

Once, a courageous cherry tree came and asked. We talked and talked and found that it was normal, but it was just a negative bias that was very, very bad. There was no positive thought in this darkness at all. She said that I should try opening the leaves in other forests. But what Black Son answered was a hard look in his eyes. No, Black Son is already like this so there won't be any more problems, Son thought to himself.

Please don't mess with the black pine. Whoever stays with Son will never have a bright future. It will only push yourself down. There is only darkness waiting for them. Don't mess with Son.

Opening my eyes again, I found that the entire island was getting darker and darker. Before he knew it, he had a close friend. My friend said this is silence. 'We're really close,' Son said. 'No matter what Son says, the silence never denies anything, never causes Son pain.'

One thing Son can be sure of is that what nourishes Son is darkness. and the feeling of hatred that is buried deep in every sphere of life Son is a creature that hates itself. When he heard his own name, he felt hatred. When people saw his own name and existence, he would say it was disgusting.

It's what makes this world wrong. Therefore, he buried his spirit and dreams in many names that silently moved the black pine. And those names are what gives Son hope to continue reaching for the sand in the dark.

Several years passed and everything was normal. Being hurt was normal. His inability to laugh Not being able to speak is normal. If you talk, you will die. If you laugh, you will die. If Son lives, Son will die as well. It is hell, a hell that still exists. The only thing he could think about was how he would survive tomorrow.

Will he still be conscious tomorrow? And which day is a good day? that he could burn the pine forest But that day never happened. Because if they really were interested, they would have visited the table.

In the forest outside, different trees, different forests, different thoughts, when we are asked about our childhood past, the only thing we can answer is hell. and survival in hell The big trees will clap their hands and say that we are good at surviving [which I don't like at all] like we are still conscious even though it's not completely. Some of the ordinary logic was already at a level far beyond the wild.

The senior forester always asked us about the location of that forest. But do you have any? Do you care to answer? The only thing I could think of at that time was What plans do they have? How will it hurt us? Cut everything from yourself. Seems really selfish.

Years later, Son came across a bright, fragile-looking glass tree that was the opposite of the glossy black pine in every way. Following along with everything that interests you, you seem to care too much about the people around you. Give me a headache. Days when you have to survive in the forest and still have to come across this big bone. You could say that you tried to cut everything, but this Kaew Ton is crazy. After cutting it, just weld it again.

Over a long period of time before I realized it, it became a habit. On days when I don't have the aura from Tonkaew, I feel strangely lonely. Starting to feel like time is moving too fast. Open the world to black pine. It's like a pillar that keeps the pine moving forward in the path of other trees. If I didn't get Ton Kaew during that time, I would help. Now it will probably disappear and disappear from the table or may disappear from this world as the forest once blessed it.

It turns into a black pine that is black but has a mask and more immunity inside. Time moves too fast The glass tree had finally faded from this dark island. Son felt more lonely and dark than during the Great Depression. It took a long time to start looking at the positive side and use it as strength to expand the roots further. All pessimism continues.

Nothing has changed. Until the last day, every pine tree had to be separated from this forest.

Elder Tree walked up to Black Pine and said not to think of committing another act of terror. To which Son answered honestly that he wasn't thinking about it right now. But when the words were repeated, it was immediately understood that the elder tree was worried about the people we were going to harm. And what will we be like? That's what black pine is. That thing is 'Know your place'

‘know your place’

Nothing has passed on this island. Besides the mask hanging on the mound wall, That is increasing more and more. The earthworms still speak to us in terms of worthless things as always. The difference is that black pine is considered an approachable tree. too friendly Well, it's definitely a mask. If you really got to know me, I'll tell you, this tree would have to take off its roots and run.

Today it is still the same as a black pine that is completely black. And the whole island, the only thing that was bright was probably the mask on the face. A few things I understood from Surviving in the Dark are: Survival is selfishness for every tree, even the black pine. Whenever we feel like we need a glass tree, it means we have too much free time and miss a particular tree.

That's the problem with the word love. We can easily stop it. It's just that we don't think about the one person we feel used to. Stop looking at what the plant's personality is like and then stop asking yourself how you feel about this plant. In a few months, you'll forget about it. Just stop right there. And the third thing is the existence of these false or worthless things, even the black pine.

It is good evidence of society's mistakes. of thoughts and readings in various families As long as we are discovering problems, it is a fact that problems in society have not gone away. Some matters are not difficult to solve. We just have to do our job well. Make the boundaries that we can do And if every tree can do the same thing well

The problem of the word society will gradually decrease by itself. Pay attention to the word family and take good care of yourself. Today is the end of stories that have no meaning at all. Because I didn't plant it, haha! See you when you want to write again. Goodbye...

Depression, psychosis, suppression, is it enough?